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TITLE: Bringing Me To My Knees (1/1)
AUTHOR: Suja sujaraviraj@yahoo.comSUMMARY: W/S sappiness
SPOILERS: Wild At Heart.
RATING: I'd say R, because Spike's mouth needs to be washed with soap!
DISCLAIMER: Spike, Willow and everyone else are Joss Whedon's. Chained To You is from, yet again, the Savage Garden Affirmation album.
DISTRIBUTION: if you actually want it...
FEEDBACK: Please. I'm starting to foray into other ships than my usual
B/A, C/X, W/O and S/D. I've written ONE B/S (but it was B/A ish in nature)
so this is really the only non-canon I've written!! :) (apart from a F/S..)
"We were standing all alone you were leaning in to speak to me
acting like a mover shaker dancing to Madonna then you kissed me"
I'm William the Bloody. Scourge. One time paramour of Drusilla the
nutcase. Sired by Angelus, Scourge of fucking Europe, and that one kiss has
thrown me. Because YOU were the one who lead me. It was your instincts,
which means you must feel for me, what I feel for you.
"and I think about it all the time
sweet temptation rush all over me"
I just want to take you in my arms, and repeat it. But I'm hiding from you.
I'm BAD. And this is wrong.
and I think about it all the time
passion desire so intense I can't take anymore because
I feel the magic all around you
it's bringing me to my knees"
I have to keep away. Because I see you, and I want to fuck you senseless.
Run my fingers through that flame coloured hair, and see the passion in your
green eyes.
"like I want to be
I've got to be chained to you"
I have this compulsive urge to never leave you. To never leave your side.
If I had you, I'd never leave you like that bloody wolf did. I'm William
the fucking Bloody. I am my own man. I do things my way. I don't need
you. I'm lying to myself.
"and when you looked into my eyes felt a sudden sense of urgency
fascination casts a spell and you became more than just a mystery
and I think about you all the time
is this fate is it my destiny
Destiny? Maybe this is why Spike had to take a trip to the vet. Maybe this
is why I'm a sodding nancy-boy. Forget the great-Poof, I'm as whipped as he
is. More pathetic, since I don't even have a fucking soul. And I don't
even the excuse that I'm getting some. I'm getting sweet fuck all. And yet
I love you, already. More than I ever loved Dru, and I spent more than a
century caring for her.
that I think about you all the time
I no longer pretend to have my hands on the wheel because
I feel the magic all around you
it's bringing me to my knees
like I want to be"
Maybe it's the witch in you? Maybe it's your red hair, aren't red head's
supposed to be fiery and passionate. I don't know what it is about you that
calls to something deep inside me. I need to be stuck to you.
I've got to be chained to you
and I think about you all the time
and I think about it all the time
tell me it's madness I barely know you
I've known you properly since that night at the factory. When you kissed
the whelp, and the wolf broke up with you. I've always felt to blame for
that, and was even proud til I saw what it did to you. I'm glad though,
because if the wolf hadn't left you, you wouldn't be kissing me.
we were standing all alone you were leaning in to speak to me
It was so noisy that night in the Bronze. Slayer was with her boy toy and
the whelp was busy groping his ex-demon-lover. Me and you were listening to
the band, and talking. You told me about your bad-ass vampire self from the
other dimension. I have to admit, that turned me on. But not as much as
you do. I never thought I'd ever think that the non-vamped version of
someone would be better. I have to say, I'd love to meet that Willow. But
not at the expense of turning you. You're ten times better, and it's that
wide-eyes innocence that calls to me too.
ten steps back you're still a mystery
acting like a mover shaker dancing to Madonna then you kissed me
Innocent til you kissed me. Then you felt like a woman of the world. Soft
at first, then slightly wild. There were tongues. There was groping.
There were fucking stars, until you turned and ran. And I've been hiding in
this bloody crypt since then. Silently watching you from a distance. You
look sad, do you regret kissing me?
I've got to be chained to you
tell me it's madness
I barely know you
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